Years are lost
Years are lost
In futile revelations
Sanity succumbed
To useless relations
What stood time –
But a pure heart
So tenderly destroyed
By a trusting art
Casts, we all play
Moulded by selfishness.
Time sporadically
Strips it to nakedness
The Truth
The Truth seized
Laid, Raped
Loses its profanity
Years are lost
In futile revelations.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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